Office Hours; Office #11. Monday [ 07/05 ].
There were very few places in the world as magical as a professor's office. It was here that a man could find true respite, genuine piece, and a wonderful nap, all while being paid to do it. The chairs were usually overly large and comfortable, the desks big and important, and the walls suitably cluttered with the trappings to suggest intelligent life. Settling in with a little bit of squirming, Farnsworth looked over the office, breathed a great big sigh of contentment, and was ready to tilt his head back and fall asleep through yet another beautifully inactive semester. This was going to be even better than teaching at a university level, because the students in high school somehow managed to care even less than the teachers! And it was a summer school, besides!
His eyes were just about closed, however, when he noticed something on the desk.
"Eh?" he asked, sitting up reluctantly and taking the two papers in his hand to peer at them with his terrible eyes. "What's this?"
The very second they came into rhuemy focus, he pulled back in sheer horror and revulsion.
"Rosters! Oh, no. No, no, no. This won't do at all. Who in their right minds would take--"
As he switched the papers, he cut himself off with a terrible, phlemy choking sound. "There's more in this class than the other!"
He stared in absent, frightened awe at the air around him.
"What is wrong with these people?" He threw up his arms, and the papers went fluttering about him. "Primitives, the whole lot of them! I can't teach! I'm a professor!"
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His eyes were just about closed, however, when he noticed something on the desk.
"Eh?" he asked, sitting up reluctantly and taking the two papers in his hand to peer at them with his terrible eyes. "What's this?"
The very second they came into rhuemy focus, he pulled back in sheer horror and revulsion.
"Rosters! Oh, no. No, no, no. This won't do at all. Who in their right minds would take--"
As he switched the papers, he cut himself off with a terrible, phlemy choking sound. "There's more in this class than the other!"
He stared in absent, frightened awe at the air around him.
"What is wrong with these people?" He threw up his arms, and the papers went fluttering about him. "Primitives, the whole lot of them! I can't teach! I'm a professor!"
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